Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Dead Warrior

The journey back was silent and long, the twelve sacrificed blood feathers were held high by their comrades, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the return journey was like paving a road to heaven.

Uncle Hua had been waiting at the gate of the camp for a long time with Xiaoxiao and the medical class, all the soldiers refused to be treated, and the twelve blood feathers were placed in the center of the camp.

All the people showed uncontrollable sorrow, and Uncle Hua walked towards the sacrificed warriors, and read.

"Merciful Lord, God of all, whom you have loved us with your eternal love, we beseech you to join your dead brothers and sisters into the kingdom of heaven promised by your Holy Spirit, and beseech you to look upon our grieving relatives and friends, and give us strength to overcome the pain and sorrow of this world and follow our Lord through the journey of life. ”

The members of the medical team joined Uncle Hua's play, and a white light of guidance came from the distant sky and scattered towards the twelve blood feathers, their angry or frightened faces became serene as they died, and the dirt on their bodies was cleaned away.

Immediately afterward, white light spilled on the wounded warriors around them, and the scars left by the warriors in the battle were gradually recovering.

It seemed so silent that I broke it: "I hate war. "All the fighters looked at me.

"War has all lost so much, but we must not be afraid of it, let alone retreat, our people have finally gained this glimmer of peace, and we cannot allow it to be destroyed before our eyes unless they step on our corpses. For the sake of our loved ones, for freedom, for peace, let us carry the burden forward. ”

The grieving warriors were infected by my words, and their faces were filled with new fortitude.

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I left the camp, and the medical team had already taken care of all the soldiers' bodies, only Uncle Hua remained in the camp, making a final prayer for the dead soldiers.

I found Cang'er,.

"Cang'er, wars will become more and more frequent in the future, and I need some props that can release buff magic in groups. ”

"This is very difficult, Paul and I have discussed the direction of some functional upgrades, and the group buff magic has also been studied, and the equipment produced at this stage will be very large. The magic of the single buff does not last long and is very expensive. We're looking for ways to improve. “

"Is there a way for Uncle Hua to provide a priest who can unleash the group buff divine art?"

"Crowd buffs can only be performed by dedicated and researching War Priests, and there are no such talents in the gathering place for the time being. “

"I'll give you time to develop a magic weapon that can be carried on the battlefield. “

"Okay, I found a magical magic cannon based on some ancient documents of the elven race before, if it can be equipped in large quantities, even the barbarians can hardly survive under the fire of the magic cannon. The magic crystals that Uncle Tiger led the training team to hunt are gradually not enough for us. ”

It was the voice of the queen ant who hadn't spoken for a long time, whispering in my head.

"The cemetery in the fire ant nest has gathered the magic crystals of countless generations of dead fire ants, and you just need to find a way to transport them. Although the shard will gradually lose its energy over time, it should be enough for you to use. ”

"Aren't fire ants your child?

"The living fire ants are my children, and when they die, let them be used where they ought to be. ”

After that, he ignored me.

Cang'er looked at me in a daze and couldn't help asking.

"Yu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I found a graveyard of fire ants when I was collecting fire mushrooms, and there were a lot of magic crystals in it. Enough for us to develop new weapons of war and to develop cities. “

"Really? Great. How are we going to get to that cemetery?"

"I have a general idea of where the cemetery is, but we can't enter it from the ant colony, so we can dig another passageway. ”

"It's easy to do, and the goblins are the masters of making this kind of equipment, and Paul is the best of them. ”